"This is unacceptable! Unacceptable! Unacceptable!"

Franziska von Karma thundered through the door of the dorm, gripping the handle of her riding crop so hard the tip danced. Even as she rushed through the hallways, her darting eyes made sure that there were no creases forming in her pristine black waistcoat and that her hair was still neatly styled behind her head. Image was near-everything to a von Karma, second only to performance.

She barely noticed the two students she passed by on her way to Room 137. One, wearing the official blue "dorm monitor" uniform, jumped out of her path, while the other fell to his nears so fast his red baseball cap fell off his head. The duo glanced at the fuming Franziska, and then each other.

"Are girls allowed to be in the boy's dorm?" asked Redhat, as his friends called him.

"No."

Redhead looked at his friend's uniform. "Aren't you going to do something about this?"

The dorm monitor scratched his cheek. The crop strike from the day before was still smarting.

"No."

Franziska finally came to the door of Room 137, grabbed the knob, and flung it open. "I demand an explanation!"

"Noooo!"

There was only one person in the 10-by-10, two-bed room. A gangly, awkward-looking kid with obnoxiously spiky black hair and red scarf tied too tightly around his neck stood in the middle. He was also wearing a bright pink sweater, of all things, and there was a huge coffee stain across the front of it. The paper cup had fallen from his hand.

"I got this sweater at my first orientation, you monster!" He immediately took in the sight of the girl at the door and shrank back. She was tall, lithe, her skin smooth and her hair lustrous. She would have been very pretty and he would normally be pleasantly surprised, if not for her focused, narrowed black eyes. Them, and the riding crop in her hands.

"I demand an explanation! I demand to know what has happened to Team Prosecution!" Franziska had been boiling since she heard the news. Ivy University had hosted the annual mock trial yesterday. Franziska had known exactly how it would proceed. The college trained prospective defense attorneys and prosecutors alike. Each group would have voted one of their own to serve on a hypothetical trial, with the script written by a third party professor. And while the scripts were always written in such a way as to lead to either a "guilty" or "not guilty verdict", Team Prosecution had won each trial for ten consecutive years since the mock trials were first conceived.

Until yesterday. And the news had come to Franziska just a few minutes ago.

"I demand to see Phoenix Wright!" Franziska proclaimed pointing at the boy with her crop. "I want to hear what has happened to Team Prosecution by his hands, from his mouth!" She had heard, along with the news of the loss, that the victorious mock defense attorney had been someone named Wright. And having memorized the entire layout of the entire school, she knew exactly where Phoenix Wright would be. And she would wring the location out of this roommate of his if it was the last thing she would do.

The spiky-haired student was still, then gulped as he looked back at the crop. "Uh..er…I'm Phoenix Wright."

Franziska looked at the sorry sight of a student as if snakes had grown out of his head. "Is this a joke?" Her voice had dropped.

"No…no. I was the defense attorney for the mock trial. And I ended up winning, so…"

Franziska slapped the ground with her crop. "What is this nonsense!? How could such a thing happen? If only I had been prosecutor as planned…."

Phoenix coughed, trying to keep his voice as quiet and respectful as possible for the sake of his bodily integrity. "Yeah, they, uh…couldn't find you yesterday, so they brought in a replacement." His fingers twitched. "If I may ask…did something come up?"

Franziska scowled. "No! I was merely studying for the exam to be held on November 21st! The exams, my gradebook, my academic perfection always takes precedence..."

Her voice trailed off. Phoenix had unexpectedly gotten the nerve to look her in the eyes.

"That...that is not true." His voice was slow. "You're lying."

-A multi-chapter story; Chapter 1; story idea by CRed1988 and writing by Jerviss.